This rich fugue.
How interesting that we can know multiple emotions at the same time. There's usually that
strong main line—the one that most thoroughly colors memory. But just as present is at least
one counterpoint, and usually
another one beside.
Even the
boldest joy does not mean an absence of
suffering and a love for
resting can include a fear of
boredom and a
longing (and subsequent thankfulness) for loved ones. We can know a
full love from God and an itch for
human affection, a desire to
belong and a panging need to be
an individual.
Some might use the word contrapuntal right now,
but I'm not entirely sure what it means.
Inspiration cited:
Bach's Fugue 2
and
Roger Lundin